you've wanted It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started
you've wanted? It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started?
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that you've wanted? It always added up to be your fall to your mistake You've wanted it to be inside your worst belief Was it another thing you started
get me on the creep no They getting merked, in they fresh white T oooh H-Wood, be the set I claim Southside we connected mayn, world respected mayn Hitman, be the number one
, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) All my fly day numbered
Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
start to ride kinda slow And now we're in their territory So we let all our triggers go Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun I seen that
don't fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I'm a step on you, bring
man I found a telephone number on a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a six gun hip He let me call long distance She said, "Number, please
killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left
haven't apologized so please play this back while I try to come to terms with such a heinous act you know in more than one way cocaine numbs the brain
'll be disgracing More hotter than the sun I'm living on the run Because i'm public enemy number one Chorus: One,One,One,One,One One,One,One,One,One
truth Ever find when trouble calls you're first in line And stick your finger in Everybody's talking 'bout 7 deadly sins Number one says drop the gun
mat Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga But im far from that average joe that you know Use people for sheilds at shoot outs That i started
control, now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun 'Cause they got me public enemy, number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one
busy man" I found a telephone number On a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a six gun hip He let me call long distance She said, "Number,
